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Most of this probably won't make much sense to you...meh, Que Sera, Sera.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

Don Juan Triumphant

DON JUAN (PHANTOM - behind the curtain)
Passarino - go away!
For the trap is set and waits for its prey . . .

DON JUAN (PHANTOM)
You have come here in pursuit ofyour deepest urge,
in pursuit of that wish, which till now has been silent, silent . . .
I have brought you, that our passions may fuse and merge
in your mind you've already succumbed to me
dropped all defences completely succumbed to me
now you are here with me: no second thoughts, you've decided, decided . . .
Past the point of no return - no backward glances:
the games we've played till now are at an end . . .
Past all thought of "if" or "when" -no use resisting:
abandon thought, and let the dream descend . . .
What raging fire shall flood the soul?
What rich desire unlocks its door?
What sweet seduction lies before us . . .?
Past the point of no return, the final threshold
what warm, unspoken secrets will we learn?
Beyond the pointof no return . . .

AMINTA (CHRISTINE)
You have brought me to that moment where words run dry,
to that moment where speech disappears into silence, silence. . .
I have come here, hardly knowing the reason why . . .
In my mind, I've already imagined our bodies entwining defenceless and silent
and now I am here with you: no second thoughts, I've decided, decided . . .
Past the pointof no return - no going back now:
our passion-play has now, at last, begun . . .
Past all thoughtof right or wrong -one final question
how long should we two wait, before we're one . . .?
When will the blood begin to race the sleeping bud burst into bloom?
When will the flames, at last, consume us . . .?

BOTH
Past the pointof no return, the final threshold
the bridgeis crossed, so stand and watch it burn . . .
We've passed the point of no return . . .

PHANTOM
Say you'll share with me one love, one lifetime . . .
Lead me, save me from my solitude . .
Say you want me with you, here beside you . . .
Anywhere you golet me go too
Christine that's all I ask of . . . . . . .

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